Between being turned upside-down, regarding Declan from that even level of their faces despite uneven bodies, plus looking to the side and seeing Ren from all the wrong angle, Aoba was truly laughing now. Soft, gentle sounds they were, and a freed hand let him push his hair back out of his face when it all tried to drift in the way as he spun.
He decided not to dwell on the absurdity of being compared to a phoenix, mythical sign of good fortune that it was, and instead went with, “Aah, I know those. The Japanese version is similar. It’s not a firebird at all.
“I have to cut it myself—my hair, I mean. One of my friends is a hairdresser and he critiques it sometimes, so next time he tries that I’ll just have to tell him it’s a ‘phoenix cut’!”
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He decided not to dwell on the absurdity of being compared to a phoenix, mythical sign of good fortune that it was, and instead went with, “Aah, I know those. The Japanese version is similar. It’s not a firebird at all.
“I have to cut it myself—my hair, I mean. One of my friends is a hairdresser and he critiques it sometimes, so next time he tries that I’ll just have to tell him it’s a ‘phoenix cut’!”
Sorry, Aoba, it’s still a fluffy mullet.